Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota
to fight fot the red white and blue
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1
Just doing what he had to do
He was dropped in the jungle where the choppers would rumble
With the smell of napalm in the air
And the seargent said
Look up ahead
Like a dark evil cloud twelve hundred came down
On him and twenty-nine more
They fought for their lives but most of them died
In the 173rd airborne
Chorus
On the th of November the angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
There were few men left standing that day
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
Nineteen-sixty-five
the th of November
Now he's fifty-eight and his pony tail's gray
But the battle still plays in his head
He limps when he walks but he's strong when he talks
About the shrapnell they left in his leg
He puts on a suit over his airborne tatoo
He ties it on one time a year
He remembers the fallen as he orders a tall one
And swallows it down with his tears
Chorus
On the th of November the angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
There were few men left standing that day
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
Nineteen-sixty-five
the th of November
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
Nineteen-sixty-five
On the eighth of november the angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
There were few men left standing that day
On the eighth of november the angels were crying
As they carried his brothers away
With the fire raining down and the hell all around
There were few men left standing that day
Saw an eagle fly through a clear blue sky
Nineteen-sixty-five
the th of November
Instrumental
Verse
Said goodbye to his momma as he left south dakota
to fight fot the red white and blue
He was nineteen in green with a new M-1
Just doing what he had to do